Some still recall
The time on the Rhine,
When salmon, which once was
A poor person’s fish,
Became, instead, a dish for the rich —
As sardines soon and cans of beans
(And pigeon, dog, and seagull meat)
As well will be
In the decade approaching
Before they all vanish entirely
With us right behind them
Sure as shit, if we don’t quit
Treating each other, and everything else,
As a means to a profit.